After waking up hungover from Lagos (who can't say that!), Greg and I took our left over chicken and headed to the Bus Terminal. We caught the 1230 bus to Seville, a five hour trip.
We crossesd a river that separates Portugal and Spain, not needing to show passports, and we were now in Spain (Greg's first time, my ...fourth?) The bus dropped us off in Seville, and we, along with Dean (from Abbotsford!) went in search of our hostel. I may have fallen in love with Seville the moment I saw their green crosswalk man. Not only was he green and inviting you to cross the road, but he was walking! Animated! Man, I love Seville!
We are in a Hostal Nuevo (with its free phone and free internet and free coffee and tea and hot chocolate - execpt the chocolate just ran out), an old four story building with real charater. Meet an Aussie, Courtney, and with Dean went out in seach of Tapas and Flamenco...
And we found both. Tapas and sangria in a wonderful cafe, menu in Spanish, ordered in English, and served to us by a good looking French girl! Ah, multicultural Europe! (Oh, and baked Camonbere cheese is my favorite tapa so far.)
Around 11pm, we searched and found a small club called the Carboneria, where - for free - we watched an amazing performance of traditional Spanish singing and flamanco dancing. One skilled guitarist, one old extremely passionate singer, and a powerful woman dancer silenced the cervesa-drinking crowd. No photos (though everyone was taking them), no smoking (though everyone was smoking them). Singing and dancing - what an amazing evening!
Today was mostly wandering around this beautiful town (that one might compare to Paris), although Greg lost his bank card to the cash machine monster - it eat his card and rebooted (cash machines can reboot? Yikes.)
Tomorrow we explore the east of the city before boarding an overnight bus (yuk, but cheap!) to Valencia, our home for the next four days and our base for La Tomatina - the tomato throwing festival on Wednesday! Next Ibiza, Barcelona, and London...
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Wow Seville then Valencia, sounds amazing. Make sure to try the Piaella in Valencia. Let us know when you're in London. Leon
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